Blue Day. Formerly B Day. Day 66.

The winter sun sets earlier, pulling the blanket of darkness over all. However it isn't really the dark that falls over us it is the separation from our only source of life the sun that makes the darkness sinister. We live in perpetual hope that tomorrow is tomorrow only if we are able to reconnect our broken tether once more to light.

Forgive me for my melancholy tone, it is just that I have finished grading the AP Government tests and each heartbeat brings not just the circulation of blood, but fresh teardrops. For after all, are not tears just the blood of a broken heart, the physical portrayal of sadness that wells up in mankind's souls?

AICE Global perspectives all volunteered to attend this week's mock conference, Thursday after school. I offered unlimited tacos and also service hours, knowing as I spoke it that one of those promises was a lie.

After that I used the sorting hat to sort everyone in the class into their various Hogwarts houses and not surprisingly every single one of them was a Hufflepuff. I once again was sorted as Gryffindor. Probably for my bravery. Because after AICE Global Perspectives it was time for U.S. History Honors.

We learned about labor unions, muckrakers and the shady closed door shenanigan's of the world's most sketchy marsupial, the koala bear, Australia's shameful, promiscuous, eucalyptus eating dark secret.